I couldn't get to sleep,
So I drunk myself into dreaming
Something beyond you leaving.
Graceful screaming
And a bedridden evening
Resulted.

Lunch time at a school far away from me,
You went to the roof to see
How far it would be to fall,
But the breeze and the whispers
Taunted like tricksters.

And an orange *** of pills
Could easily make your heart still.
How many would it take?
But the winds break

And the truth flows from your sleeves
Suddenly you don't want to die,
But instead fly
On this swift Autumn breeze.

No meaning
In the still distant feelings.
But never sleeping
Keeps the lies still breathing.

Reaching for the heavens
Is easier when you're amongst them.
So hold your breath,
Count to ten,
And let go of these sanguine delusions.